Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hold On, artist - Rich Homie Quan. Date of issue: 24.03.2014
Record label: Stacking Sterling
Song language: English
Hold On |
| I did lost a lotta shit man |
| I dun lost partners, bitches, money |
| But I ain’t never lost my mind though |
| You feel me? |
| I dun lost a couple partners |
| When I thought shit couldn’t go wrong (but it did) |
| Can I get a witness |
| Cause everybody got problem, yeah |
| And you don’t know where to go You’ll be lost |
| Alot of these bitches weak minded |
| But you gotta learn how to be strong |
| And when it feels like you lost everything |
| Ay gotta hold on, you |
| You gotta you gotta hold on, hold on, hold on |
| Hold on, hold on |
| Started losing my mind, who am I to trust |
| Started abusing the grind and now a nigga up |
| Telling bitches I know it ain’t mine I ain’t even fuck |
| But I admit I got suck… real good |
| On the hood, on my homies in the hood they hungry |
| And I’m good, I don’t want it |
| She belong to the homie |
| And I’m riding in a car that ain’t out yet, boy I’m hitting gas |
| And yeah, my dick where her mouth at, boy you know |
| For the homie then smash |
| Got cash and everybody still got problems |
| But what the fuck am I supposed to do, they mad |
| I’m popping percocets to keep cautious |
| Too many percs I mean nauseous, ain’t' tryin to see a hearse or no coffin |
| Problem, I got a problem, and I call that bit my chopper |
| All them, yeah all them I shoot this shit at all them |
| And I do this shit for all of them |
| Nigga locked up, nigga dead and gone |
| Drinking a forty at the grave yard |
| Got a grip on life when I got out of jail, Got right |
| I was breaking into houses, I didn’t touch no scale no white |
| But I been in them houses, been around that shit all my life |
| God make no mistake if I had a chance wouldn’t do it twice |
| Stay down here come over night |
| Spray rounds ain’t tryin to fight |
| Stay, got a nigga right |
| That’s possible baby, no lie |
| As with myself I keep going hard, but I don’t know why |
| You don’t know my bitch yeah she foreign |
| Got her from hawaii, overseas |
| I walk in by myself just one of y’all niggas try me (do something) |
| I pulled up like a hearse with a hundred cars behind me |
| Siamese twin what I call matchin' Forties |
| Find me and the big body ben no more scotty |
| Tell my partner no more ridin' |
| 'Cause I heard them people watchin |
| My florida ho call me papi |
| We in Florida so many options |
| Nigga bite me, I know they teeth hurt |
| I’m tired of all these rest in peace shirts |